Selene's POV
Dante stared at me as I sat up a bit more in the comfortable bed, my thoughts filled everything that had just been revealed. My eyes locked onto Dante’s, as I waited for him to speak.
Dante leaned back in his chair, folding his arms. “My child will be very powerful, Selene. A rare mix of mere wolf and an Alpha King. Very few manage to get pregnant with this combination, and even fewer women survive the pregnancy to carry it to full term.” I swallowed hard, trying to absorb his words.
“So, our baby… might not just be an ordinary werewolf?”
“Exactly. This child could have abilities that no one else has. They might even play a crucial role in the future of my pack,” he explained, his voice steady. “That’s why I need to make sure you’re comfortable and protected at all times.”
“Comfortable?” I scoffed, some anger bubbling under the surface. “What if I don’t even want to have this child?”
Dante frowned, his expression serious.
“What do you mean? This child is part of you, part of me. You have a responsibility now.”
“Everyone seems to be talking as if I forced things on myself today. How lovely. I know, but I can’t just do this without thinking it through,” I replied, feeling trapped.
“I can’t go through life being forced to have a child.” My mind went back to the sight of Hunter and Anna.
Dante remained silent for a moment, watching me closely. “What are you saying, Selene?” he asked, his tone gentle.
I took a deep breath, weighing my words. “If I’m going to have this child, you need to marry me during this time period.” I looked him directly in the eye.
“It’s only fair.”
“Marry you?” Dante repeated, taken aback.
“You really want that?”
“Yes!” I said, feeling more anxious. Did he want to say no?! “It’s the only way I can feel secure. I need to know I won’t be alone in this or dumped or attacked.”
“Okay, I can agree to that,” he replied, nodding slowly. “But isn't there something else you need to tell me? What happened to your husband?” I hesitated, my fingers fidgeting with the blanket.
“My husband, Hunter… he was cheating on me. With my sister, Anna.” Dante’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“What? I’m so sorry you went through that, Selene.”
“It hurts more than I can say,” I admitted, my voice dropping. “I thought I could trust him, but I was wrong. I just found out before all of this happened.”
“That’s awful,” Dante said, his voice filled with sympathy. Was it sincere or an act?
“You deserve so much better.”
“Thank you,” I said, relief washing over me.
“This situation is already overwhelming. I just need someone I can rely on.”
“Then I will be that someone,” Dante promised, leaning forward. “I will make sure you’re taken care of, and I will marry you, if that’s what you want.”
“Really?” I asked, a mix of hope and disbelief in my tone. Did he want anything more? No one would want a pregnant woman would they?
“Yes, really. For now, let’s consider it an engagement,” he replied, a small smile forming on his lips.
“We can figure everything else out as we go.”
“Thank you, Alpha,” I said, feeling a slight sense of comfort wrap around me. “This means a lot.”
“It's Dante now and of course. You don’t have to thank me. I’ll always be there for you and my child,” he states and I bite back a wave of bitter realization. He wanted to keep me for this baby.
“Will you really? You mean it?” I asked, wanting to confirm.
“I do,” he assured me, looking deeply into my eyes. “From this moment on, I’ll be your protector and partner. We’ll face everything together.”
“Alright, then let’s make this deal work. I will do this for the baby, for me.”
“Exactly. We will do this together. I will keep you safe. Just then, my phone buzzed on the bedside table. I reached for it, my heart racing. It was a message from Emily this time around. “Are you okay? We are worried about you.”
I glanced at Dante then back at my phone. “I can’t believe they care so much. They’ve been with me through so much.”
“Good friends are hard to come by,” Dante said. “You should let them know how you are feeling.”
“Yeah, I will,” I replied, taking a moment to text back. “I’m okay. I’m safe here with someone. I'll call you back as soon as possible.”
And I hit send.
Dante’s pov“I have a question to ask you,” I said.“Shoot,” Jackson replied.“Do you know anyone,” I said slowly, “anyone who has a crescent moon tattooed on them?”There was a pause for a second. Then Jackson started laughing.“What’s so funny?” I said.He only kept on laughing. “You of all people should know no one is stupid enough to tattoo that on their body.”Now I was confused. “Why do you say that?”He laughed again, then grew quiet. “Because that mark is not a normal symbol. It’s not for style or decoration. It belongs to something… bigger.”I turned away from the window and dropped down onto the edge of the bed beside him. “Tell me, Jackson,” I said softly. “What does it mean?”He was thoughtful for a minute or so before he replied. “Can you remember, Dante… eight or nine years ago, when that bunch of rogues started wintering around those old logging cabins in the Bear’s Hump country?”I nodded. “Yes. I remember. They were strong. Too strong. We couldn’t take them down easil
Dante’s povSara smiled a weak smile. “You worry like a dad already.”I looked up at the sky, watched the slow drifting clouds full of rain not yet fallen. “She’s fragile,” I told her.“She’s strong,” Sara corrected. “I can tell you that she’s taking this like a champ. So many wolves would have fallen apart. Trust me,”I couldn’t say anything as I stated ahead.“Have you seen the birthmark on her neck?” She said after a moment of silence as I frowned.I looked back at her. “What birthmark?”Sara looked shocked. “You’ve never seen it?”I shook my head. “No. Where?”“Just under her ear. On the side of her neck.”“I haven’t actually looked there.” Sara let out a slow breath. “How are we all this blind?”I didn’t say anything. She looked mad.She took a step closer. “That mark… I’ve seen it somewhere. I don’t know when or where, but that symbol means something.”I raised a brow. “What?”“I can’t tell,” she sighed.“But you said it means something.”“I don’t know yet. But I will find out.
Selene’s pov Sara looked at me and smiled. “I knew this would happen.” I made a small frown. “What would happen?” She walked slowly to the bed. “Eventually,” she said, her voice heavy with weary resignation, “your body would start feeling them too.” Dante stood up and stepped aside to let her have room. “Don’t worry," said Sara. "It is not a bad case. You have just begun the–er–’critical’ stage." I looked at her. “What does that mean?” “It means,” she said slowly, “your body is just adjusting. You’re carrying something special. The baby inside you is wolf. That kind of child needs strength. Your body is just waking up to that truth.” “So this is normal?” I asked. She nodded. “Perfectly normal. Pain, pressure, small shocks. It’s all part of the start.” I let out a soft breath. “Thank goodness.” Dante moved closer again and touched my arm. “You hear that? You’re strong.” A knock on the door. A guard stepped in. “Alpha, you are needed.” His eyes were filled wit
Selene’s pov “Come,” he said. “Let’s eat breakfast together.” I rose and joined him. He smiled and waited for me to move beside him. White walls were around us as we walked through the pack house, a beautiful day overseeing the windows. Some guards bowed their heads as he passed them, nodding back at them but still keeping his eyes on me. Once we reached the dining, I gasped softly. The table was full. Eggs, meats, fruits, fresh bread, cheese, sweet cakes; it looked like a feast for ten people; not two. “Is this… all for breakfast?” I asked, my eyes nearly popping out of my head. He laughed and held a chair out for me. “Yes, that’s it. A typical wolf feast.” I lowered myself into the chair and continued to gape at all the food. I watched him start to eat like he hadn’t eaten in days while i ate the meals i could contain in my belly. “I don’t think I can eat this much,” I said as he laughed. “Humans… we get full easily.” He looked at me and laughed. “I forgot how
Sara’s povI started to get back to my abode as the wind flapped my cloak behind me.My feet made loud thumps on the ground. Not because I was tired but because I had too much in my head. That mark on Selene’s neck… it plagued me. I know I’d seen it somewhere before.I opened the wooden door and stepped into a room filled with herbs and dried flowers’ smell. Books were scattered across a table, bottles of various sizes lined up neatly beside those books and to the corner of the room, my maid was sweeping the floor with a broom in her hands. She looked up when she heard me coming in.“Welcome back, Miss Sara,” she said softly.I waved my hand at her. “No need to bow. I’m not the moon goddess.”She smiled a little and kept sweeping. I went over to the chair by the fire and sat down. My bones creaked as I settled. I wasn’t all that old but some days I felt like I was lugging around a century or two.“Fix me some tea, will you?” I asked.“Sure thing,” she said as she rushed around to make
Sara’s povI walked into the packhouse, my steps slow and firm. I could feel the floor under me was smooth and clean. These wolves really knew how to get their chores done.The maids saw me and quickly moved out of my way. One dropped her tray and bent fast to pick it up. Sometimes I liked the attention they gave me. Other times I felt like maybe they were overreacting. But either way, I was glad they were not in my way.One of them opened a door and ran back as they were scared of me but I didn’t smile to anyone. I was living up to my name of the pack witch.I kept walking. My long black dress flowed behind me. My eyes were sharp. I could feel something today. Something strange. The wind told me something was different. I followed the scent and made my way outside, toward the garden.When I stepped into the garden, I stopped.There she was.Selene.She stood in the sun, laughing softly. A guard stood beside her. He was showing her something—his weapon, a sharp silver blade. Selene